04.20.2013 - 04.20.2013
We will never leave Penang. All our clothes will turn yellow from sweat stains. Our bodies will grow jaundiced and round from too much hawker food. The noontime shopkeepers in the mall will know us as the young couple, the mature couple, the elderly couple who everyday spend an hour or two on the same bench across from the same escalator. Eventually we will die here, finally run over by a motorcycle, and they will bury our bodies in the cemetery of overgrown trees.